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have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.—Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say.
[Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! if he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
[Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry within.) Á plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather, or our office.
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Seb. A
o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!
Boats. Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners, wet.
[Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist
Seb. I am out of patience.
ards.This wide-chapped rascal; – 'Would, thou might'st lie
drowning, The washing of ten tides ! Gon.
He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him.
[A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We split, we split!-Farewell, my wife and children!-Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split.
Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit.
SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of Prospero. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dashed all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perished. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
It should the good ship so have swallowed, and
Be collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done.
O, wo the day!
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
[Lays down his mantle.
I have with such provision in mine art
You have often
The hour's now come;
Certainly, sir, I can.
'Tis far off ; And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants :
Had I not Four or five women once, that tended me?
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda : But how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, How cam'st thou here, thou may'st. Mira.
But that I do not.
Sir, are not you my father?
O, the heavens !
Both, both, my girl:
O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turned you to,
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, called Antonio-
Sir, most heedfully.
Mira. O good sir, I do.
thee mark me.
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan : Me, poor man!-my library Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !) To most ignoble stooping. Mira.
O the heavens!
I should sin
Now the condition.
Alack, for pity!
Hear a little further,
Wherefore did they not
Well demanded, wench;